"No... No... Ah!" With a startled cry, Clara gasped for breath and abruptly opened her eyes, only to be greeted by darkness.

She found herself disoriented, as dreams and reality blurred together. However, she soon heard Wilson's voice, filled with concern, asking, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Next, the room lit up. Clara saw Wilson's face lean closer to her, looking anxious and concerned.

Anxious and concerned... was he worried about her?

"What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?" His worry became more apparent when she didn't answer. He gently touched her forehead.

"I... just had a nightmare, that's all," Clara murmured. "I dreamt of Summer... I dreamt of her being tormented and abused in the hospital..."

She suddenly grasped his hand and pleaded, "Wilson, please let me see Summer again as soon as possible. I want to know what's happening to her. What she's going through isn't treatment, it's abuse!"

"I can arrange for you to see her and help you investigate th